‘I’m scared’: The story of how I lost my eye in a plane crash
I was 14 when I lost a quarter of my eye.
It was October 2007.
I was flying from Hong Kong to Singapore and was in a small, crowded aircraft.
I didn’t want to make any mistakes.
But on takeoff, I forgot to put my seatbelt on, and it became tangled.
I landed in Singapore and the pilot realised that the seatbelt was a problem.
The plane had crashed and I was badly injured.
The emergency medical staff who were on the plane said that I was seriously injured.
I wasn’t going to be able to walk again for at least a year.
I lost all my sight and my hearing, and my jawbone was fused to my skull.
My eyesight was totally lost, and I suffered from permanent vision loss.
It wasn’t until my father’s death three years later that I realised that I had a problem with my eyesight.
I had lost the use of my eyes for a while.
I began to have nightmares about my vision problems.
After that, I couldn’t go to school or even work.
I couldn, in fact, have never left Singapore because I couldn�t be independent.
I went to school in Malaysia, which was also in the middle of a civil war.
I wanted to learn, and that is what I did.
I would have to spend the next two years studying English, which wasn’t much fun.
At school, I became an assistant in a shop.
I also learnt to make things with my hands, and when I was 13 I started working as a secretary in a bank.
My dream was to become a writer.
I thought I could get into a prestigious school and become a journalist, but I ended up with a life of hardship.
My parents were not supportive.
They were very strict and said I would be sent back to Malaysia.
So I went back to Hong Kong.
I did a degree in journalism, and then I joined the media company that my father had founded in Hong Kong, where I would work for a year until I was 18.
I then started a business, and the media started to pay me better.
I became a member of the national parliament and was then elected as a candidate for the parliament of Singapore.
At the same time, my family in Malaysia were not happy.
They took me to court for the first time and they said, ”You are just like us.
We are just a poor family who have lost everything.
We can’t afford to give you a second chance.”
I was angry and I felt like I was losing my mind.
My father had died, and now my family was really hurting.
It really hurt me.
My mother said, �You have no business being in politics.
I am very upset that you have gone to court, but my parents have given me a second opportunity, and we want you to come back home.
If you are going to go back, you better give your life to the cause.”
I had an amazing life, but all I wanted was to be a journalist.
I spent two years as a member in parliament, writing about politics and the economy, and eventually I started my own media company.
I later became a journalist myself, and became the editor of the website that I edited.
After four years of working as an editor, I left the company, and after a few years, I took a position as a lecturer at the Institute of Journalism at the National University of Singapore, and later at the University of New South Wales.
At that time, I had to start writing for the BBC News website.
I made a lot of mistakes, and people often found out that I made mistakes, but that didn’t matter.
The people who wrote to me were very supportive.
One of my professors said, “We think that you will become a great journalist.
You have done well and have an excellent career.
The only thing that you need to work on is your personal life.”
I said to her, “No, I don’t want a job in journalism.
I want to do more.
I don�t want to go to university, and if I get a job, I will never have to go out of the country.
I will live in Singapore, just like I have always wanted to do.
I could go anywhere in the world, but in Singapore I want my life.”
She was very supportive and told me, “It doesn’t matter if you are a journalist or not.
You will be able in the future to become very famous and make a lot more money than you could have if you had stayed home.”
So, I went home and started a career as a journalist writing about journalism and politics.
After two years, my brother asked me if I would like to go on a research trip to Australia.
I said yes, but only for a few days, because my parents were worried about me.
I told my parents, and they decided to